I dressed and walked again out as I had walked in, via a darkened workers lounge towards a back door where the Secret Service automotive and Hargrave waited for me. I used to be alone at nighttime, and I felt frightened and susceptible. This was the darkest second, the second it really hit me. I had cancer. As the burden of it sank in, I slowed my step and the tears pushed towards my eyes. I pushed back. Not now. Now I needed to stroll back into that sunlight, that stunning Carolina day, to the Secret Service and to Hargrave, who could be watching my face for clues just as I had watched the picture on the ultrasound monitor.
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